CHAPTER 3: AWOKEN
1140 Words
Zoe's POV
As my eyes fluttered open to the harsh light in the room, it coursed through my brain like a sharp knife. I winced, trying to raise my hand to protect my eyes but my hand was heavy, unresponsive. The same goes for my whole body.
I looked around, trying really hard to remember how I ended up here, in a room, laying on a comfortable bed but my mind was a jumbled mess of fragmented memories with hazy images. Then I looked around more, I saw a figure in white.
“Where am I?” I managed to whisper.
It was a lady, she approached me with a smile. “Finally, you're awake. Boss needs to know you're awake.” she said, before I could understand what she meant, she rushed out of the room.
“Wait…” I whispered, I tried to stop her. My mouth felt heavy, I could hardly open them widely. I tried to raise my hands again, attempting to touch my head, the heavy object I felt on my head was a bandage afterall.
What happened to me?
The door suddenly creaked open, the lady in white walked in, followed behind by a tall tan skin man, hefty and rigidly handsome, dressed in a perfect body-hugged grey coat.
Our eyes met, and he didn't stop looking at me until he got to the bedside. His face with no facial expression whatsoever.
“Who are you?”
“I am your savior. Without me, you could have died in a fire.”he said boldly, his bright blue eyes glared at me with honesty.
The lady who might be a nurse tapped the man's shoulder, “That's too much information for her. Give her time to be well again before telling her anything else.” I heard her say even though she whispered.
“Time is what I don't have, Clara. Please kindly leave us.” The man's reply was harsh and unsettling to me. I gave a weak glance at the lady before she left.
“I don't understand what you've said because I can't even remember anything.”
“Good then. I'm here to help you remember.” He dragged a chair near the desk, sitting in front of me as I laid on the bed.
I tried not to focus on his handsome features, as he began to talk.
“You were married to my foster brother and he tried to burn you alive."
A faint recollection of a burning room, the sounds of crackling fire, and the feeling of weightlessness lingered but the details remained elusive.
I was confused as well as shocked. Was there a truth in anything this man said? I tried to sit up, but dizziness pounced on me. The man stepped in quickly, holding me firm as he put a pillow behind me.
“Look, I don't have time to talk so much about the past. Everything will come back to you in due time. But now, we have so much to work on.”
“Like what?”
“A revenge plan.”
I scoffed in disbelief, this handsome man must be crazy as well. “What stupid revenge plan? If you're not going to tell me what happened then I won't waste anymore time here.”
I tried to stand up from the bed but he held my hand firmly, his grip hot to my skin, his eyes glowed with reproach.
“And you think I'll let you leave?” his cold tone echoed through my mind. I trembled at his voice, fear gripped me at that moment.
He had one hand still holding my wrist and his other hand rummaged through his pocket and in a few seconds he took out his phone, showing me a photo of a man.
“Take a good look at him. Tell me you remember him.” his voice was commanding.
I shook my head, looking deep into the photo of a blonde haired man, trying to remember how he was a part of the situation I was in now. The man's grip grew tighter around my wrist, I winced. “You're hurting me.”
He ignored my complaint, “You don't remember Micheal Sullivan, huh? He tried to murder you, and you hate him for that. Don't you remember?”
I winced in pain the more, darting from the photo to the furious glare of the man in front of me. “Let me go.”I yelled, yanking my hands off his grip. I got up immediately, staying far away from him.
He stood up, trying to take a step towards me. I quickly picked up the syringe on a desk beside me. “One more step and I'll end you.” I threatened him, pointing the syringe at him.
He glared at me and in that moment, I didn't know what was going through his mind but I knew it was nothing good then suddenly he raised his hands in mid air.
“I don't want to hurt you.” His tone switched from being hostile and cold to being calm and reassuring.
He pointed to the photo. “It's him you should harm, not me.” He stated, he tried to take a step again.
“I'm armed. Don't come any closer…” suddenly the dizziness came at me again. I dropped to the ground.
As I sat there, a flash of images assaulted my mind, a car ride, a struggle, a sense of desperation. The face of the man in the photo appeared, twisted in a snarl, his eyes blazing with a malevolent intensity.
I felt a jolt of fear as memories began to resurface, like bubbles rising from the depths of a dark ocean.
I remembered being dragged from the car, thrown into a dark room, and subjected to unspeakable torture.
The smell of smoke and burning flesh wafted through my mind, making my stomach churn with nausea. I recalled the feeling of my skin searing, the sound of my own screams echoing in her ears.
But the memories were fleeting, vanishing like wisps of smoke on the wind. I grasped for them, desperate to hold on, but they slipped through my fingers like sand. The pain was overwhelming, a crushing weight that threatened to consume me.
I rocked back and forth, my eyes closed, as I tried to piece together the shattered remnants of my past. Tears streamed down my face as i whispered a single word, over and over, like a mantra, staring at the man's face in front of me.
"I Remember... I remember everything."
"You do?" he questioned, his face etched with surprise.
My firsts clenched, they were hardened against the tiled floor. "Micheal Sullivan will pay for everything. I'll make him suffer worse than I did."
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